Monday, June 04, 2007

I think I would feel better about it if I knew what I was going to wear. And if I had a new job. (Although we all know I’m not holding my breath for that one.) I need a dress. A pretty sundress that isn’t too formal. A really flattering, not-too-formal sundress that immediately transforms me into a confident, beautiful, charming, smart, worldly, funny, poised young woman. Who has a job she loves.

So, basically, I’m in the market for a magic dress.

I’m not sure if Macy’s has any magic dresses in stock, but I’m going to look. I need to get a dress – and a pair of shoes – ASAP. Because I need to stop thinking about which of my classmates will be there: who is married, who still lives at home, who is a mom, who works in a bar, who got fat and who is still a bitch. And I really, really need to stop thinking about how they will see me.

Hi. I'm A.

Born, raised, educated in the Midwest, I am such a Midwesterner. So Midwestern, if you will.

I am: a blogger of 8+ years, forever searching for my next athletic challenge, hopelessly overscheduled and always, always eating.

I started So Midwestern right after I graduated from college, hoping to chronicle my transition to adulthood. Graduate school, four half marathons, two new nephews, three apartments, a trip to Africa, a sprinkle of heartbreak, dozens of unfinished knitting projects, four turns as a bridesmaid, 8,913 job applications and two full-time positions later: I’m fairly convinced that the day when I feel like a legitimate, full-fledged grownup will never come. So I’ll just keep on blogging.

I write about a little bit of everything and a lot of nothing. Toss my ramblings with a few pictures, a touch of swearing and an endless appreciation for the beauty that is David Beckham and you have So Midwestern. Welcome.